Hello everyone...and Heather.

I use to have this real cool red leisure suit ( you can probably find of picture of me wearing it if you try hard enough). When I would put that suit on it's like I would take on a different spirit, kind of like when Patrick Swayze steps into Whoopi Goldberg's body in "Ghost", except I didn't get to make out with Demi Moore. That suit can kind of be given credit for the birth of White Miles Davis. Believe it or not, I was just a regular nerdy guy before the suit. I use to put it on before I'd go on stage to garner all the strength and swagger it had in its marvelous polyester fibers. I'd calculate that I probably played 500 or so shows in that suit and rocked every single crowd. OK, that's not completely true, but it helps this story much more if I let myself believe that at some point in my life I've had thousands of adoring fans. Even one or two would do. To be honest, if I could just find one person who finds me mildly interesting, I'd take that. However, with the suit...wait, I'm tired of calling it the suit, it deserves more. From this point forth my red leisure suit shall be referred to as Derwin. So when I'd wear Derwin, the shy, quiet Josh Hamrick would dissappear, and suddenly in his place would be the ultra-cool, life of the party WMD. Anyway, last night I'm getting rid of a lot of old stuff and I come across Derwin. My first thought was that I could never let Derwin go, or he'd take my mojo with him. Unfortunately, I noticed a large, unrepairable hole in his left shoulder, and in a spur of the moment decision threw him in the bag with the three-year old hamburger half. Here, less than a full day later, I sit pondering life without Derwin. You know what? I think I'm gonna be alright. That suit looked ridiculous anyway.

Mama said news - We've played a few shows since I've last blogged, and all have gone pretty good. One particular gentleman wasn't to impressed with my upright bass skills, and let me know as much in a particularly enlightened way. NOTE TO SELF: practice your upright some more. NOTE TO ALL CONCERT ATTENDEES: If you don't enjoy what you hear me doing, feel free to walk up and tell me, but please remember to bring a canned food item with you because I'll send them to some charity that's helping starving children or something. I can't help it. I'm just a really, really, great caring person like that. Seriously. I love puppies, too. I'd also like to point out that the Isothermal crowd was very good. Hope to get back up that way sometime soon. Noone insulted me that night, but it could've been because I was playing with a vengeance from the previous night.

Finally -

I'm going on a word diet. I'm under the belief that words lose a little bit of their power each time they are said. I think you should go on a word diet, too. In other words, if you could tell me a story using two sentences, don't take 30 minutes of my time to tell it. If those two sentences are interesting enough, I'll ask questions.

That's all for now folks. Be sure to tune in next time for your American Hero,

THE White Miles Davis